Tsuki is wrapped to the cross, with a light white shirt that leaves her belly uncovered. With a small feather Octopus begins to explore her upper-body patiently, discovering the sensitivity of Tsuki, even to the delicate touch of the feather, but there is something different from the usual: Tsuki squirms, laughs but at times seems to enjoy, panting, like if she liked being . The shirt is opened.The tickling becomes more sensual, more intense and Tsuki is poised between suffering and enjoyment. The oil is applied abundantly on the hips, belly and armpits, increasing sensitivity, finally the ...

Tsuki is wrapped to the cross, with a light white shirt that leaves her belly uncovered. With a small feather Octopus begins to explore her upper-body patiently, discovering the sensitivity of Tsuki, even to the delicate touch of the feather, but there is something different from the usual: Tsuki squirms, laughs but at times seems to enjoy, panting, like if she liked being . The shirt is opened.The tickling becomes more sensual, more intense and Tsuki is poised between suffering and enjoyment. The oil is applied abundantly on the hips, belly and armpits, increasing sensitivity, finally the electric toothbrush drives the poor nineteen year old crazy, especially in the navel!!!!!

INSTRUMENTS: hands, feather, oil, toothbrush